Hayloft - Mother Mother

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, it just started in the hayloft With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hayloft With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn up to the hay My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run. My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Yeah, just started in the hay With his long johns on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, out to the hayloft Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots With his long tall gun, Pop went a-creepin' To blow their hayloft bedheads straight off My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Hayloft Hayloft Hayloft

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? One got shot, and the other got lost in Drugs and punks, and blood on the street Blo-blood on her knees, bloody history, yeah Whatever happened to the hay (loft!) Burnt to the ground, and what about (Pop?) With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft!) My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My baby's got a gun It goes "Boom, boom, crack Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom" (She crucify) (She crucify) An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg A shot in the heart doesn't make it un-break My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My baby's got a gun It goes "Boom, boom, crack Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom" She crucify (crucify) Shе crucify (crucify) Hey, Pop! You die! You diе! (Ah) Ah, yah, yah, yah Ah, yah, yah, yah Ga-ga-ga-ga It started with the hay (my daddy's got a-) My baby's got a gun My baby's got a- It started with the hay (my daddy's got a-) My baby's got a gun (my daddy's got a-) My baby's got a gun (my daddy's got a gun) My baby's got a gun (my daddy's got a gun) My baby's got a gun (my daddy's got a gun) You better run My baby's got a gun (my daddy's got a gun) It goes "Boom, boom, crack Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, ga-ga-ga-ga" It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay He took his ass back to the crack shack With his long John's on, singing that old song My baby's got a gun My baby's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My baby's got a gun It goes "Boom, boom, crack Ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, ga-ga-ga-ga" (My baby's got a gun) (My baby's got a gun) Bad kid, bad kid Had to do it, had to do it They're not a bad kid But they had to do it They couldn't not They had to face off She had to kill Pop (she had to kill Pop) Bad kid, bad kid Had to do it, had to do it My daddy's got a gun (bad kid) My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun (bad kid) You better run My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) You better run My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) You better run My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun (had to do it) Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay (loft) With his longjohns on, pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, up to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hay (loft) With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creepin' Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft) My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah-ah-ah-ah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay With his longjohns on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft) Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots With his long, tall gun, Pop went a-creeping To blow their hayloft bedheads straight off My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah-ah-ah-ah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay (loft) With his long johns on, pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hay (loft) With his gun turned on, pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft) My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft) Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots Young lovers with their legs tied up in love With his long, tall gun, Pop went a-creeping To blow their hayloft dead heads straight off My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga

There is a place that hurts the most But will I go there? I cannot climb, it's far below I have to fall there And weep the wind Weep the soil Weep an ocean And weep the way back to my birth Weep Weep Weep Weep Weep And weep the wind Weep the soil Weep an ocean And weep the way back to my birth There is a story in my bones As old as water It can't be heard, I have no words I must go under And weep my mother Weep my father And weep the children And weep the way back to my birth Weep Weep Weep Weep Weep (Weep) And weep the wind Weep the soil Weep an ocean And weep the way back to my birth Weep my mother Weep my father And weep the children And weep the way back to my birth Weep Weep Weep Weep And weep the way back to my birth Weep Weep Weep Weep Weep